I really, really want to get Unexpected Chances published this year, but not 100% sure if it's going to happen or not. If not, I'm probably going to cancel my table at Kinky in Kansas City. I hate how real life gets in the way of doing things I love.

Wow, it's been awhile since I last blogged. Well . . . a lot has happened. My family has moved from Kansas back to Missouri, which has been an interesting experience. I've started Unexpected Chances and it has been crazy tough to write. This storyline is really important to me, because I'm pulling a good portion of it from personal experience. It's making me relive unsavory moments from the past. I've also been reworking SRS (haven't completely decided on the title yet, so I'll keep it hush, hush for now). I've never worked on two different projects at once before, so that's been an experience. The last bigger change was my first book signing, Kinky in Kansas City. I was so freaking nervous the day of, but it ended up being an awesome day. I learned a lot and as the day went on the more comfortable I got. I wish I could have went to the after party, but I broke out in hives. Probably the nerves of the day catching up with me. I didn't really feel like partying with my face swelled up, so I missed an awesome night. :( Hopefully at the next signing (yes, I'm considering another one) I'll be able to partake in everything. Now for the future. I'm hoping to have Unexpected Chances done within the next month and half. God willing I'll be able to send it to the editor shortly after. I'd also like to get SRS finished. I'd love to get both of them out this year, but that's probably wishful thinking. Well, that's all for right now. Hope 2017 brings great things for you. :)

I can't believe I'm going to my first signing. Especially one where there's going to be 70 authors. I know I have three months to get everything ready, but I want it done now. The less I have to do the less I'll have to worry about is my insane idea. I know I'll be close to throwing up when the day gets here, no matter how prepared I am.

It's soooo easy to get frustrated in this industry. You believe in your book so much that you publish it, but trying to get others to even read it can be exhausting. I know it takes hard work to make it in the indie world, or any world, but that doesn't mean I can't wish it was easier. It also doesn't mean I can't hope that I'll wake up tomorrow and have a hundred reviews.

Expect the Unexpected releases this Friday and I'm terrified! The first review is in and I'm over the moon with it, but I know everyone won't like it. Putting your words out there to be judged is an incredibly hard thing to do. It scares me to the point of a hive breakout. I just have to keep telling myself to breathe.

​ I stiffened as white hot pain slashed through my chest. Logically I knew he didn't know about my past, but that didn't make the joke any less painful; especially with the memories already coming at me. I didn't-couldn't-think about Trip right now or I'd become a sobbing mess. So I did what I'd gotten pretty good at...faking it. I shoved it into the overflowing 'Not Now' box in my brain. Eventually, I'd have to deal with everything, but I was hoping I could push it off a little longer, like forever.

Feedback from the Betas is coming in and doing a series has been mentioned. Now that the idea has been planted I've got storylines and titles running through my head. Looks like the rest of my WIPs may be pushed back a little longer. :S

Expect the Unexpected is at the betas and I'm biting my nails. I'm equally excited and terrified at the same time to get their notes. Writing the book is the easy part. Putting it out there is the hard part. I just have to keep reminding myself that this is a necessary step. I may not have nails by the time this is done, but at least I'm crossing this hurdle.

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I’d never planned on being a writer, never even crossed my mind. It started as a way to escape during a difficult time in my life and then I realized how much I loved it. I’d finished my first book and couldn’t wait to start the next one. Now I’m on book three and already have ideas for number four running through my head.